I don’t know if this is something that everyone is lucky enough to feel. This thing I’m talking about is tiny moments of feeling infinite. Knowing that you are so small and having the weight of the universe around you pumping through your veins, is the most overwhelming and calming thing you will ever experience. It’s one of the few times in your life where fear will bring tears to your eyes, but soon after the tears come you’ll realize you aren’t scared at all—you’re in awe.
How can the world be so big and the universe surrounding be even bigger? How can we know that space is an endless vacuum, and we are just floating around inside of it without surrendering ourselves to sheer panic? And the biggest question of all: What is the point of all this?
Okay, let me get back to the idea of feeling infinite. Every night before I go to bed, I take Lilly outside to go potty. Every night when I’m out there, I look up. On the lucky nights the stars are out and the moon is shining. These moments stop me dead in my tracks. It’s as though my entire soul is being pulled toward the stars, except my feet are glued to the earth. But regardless, I allow my soul to explore and I follow it all the way up into the universe. I gaze back and forth mesmerized as the stars fly by me. All of my problems are gone and everything but the sparkles around me stay dark… Then I feel a tug on my arm and I snap out of my trance. I snap back to Lilly trying to pull me inside, playfully barking.
That right there—that is the point. That is the point of this crazy life. Having moments where you realize how little you actually are but don’t care because it’s all so damn beautiful; until you’re brought back to reality and greeted by one you love most.
See, the point of life isn’t money, or fame, or having a good job. The point is LOVE, and the ability to accept that you can do whatever you want in this world while still letting the stars remind you that in the end it may not matter at all. But, damn will you try to make it matter.